[Hey, You!] Nice One, Sparky

I was driving down the 55 freeway when I saw you, driving a newer Beetle, with one of those fireman’s hat stickers that firemen or their family put on rear windows. You opened your window and flicked out a cigarette. I don’t know who was driving—an actual fireman, his wife, a friend, or a spoiled brat of said family. But all of you know the danger the fireman in your life must face when idiots don’t put out fires or let sparks fly (don’t you remember that massive fire last year in Yorba Linda?). Your ilk always wants to raise our taxes so firefighters can retire with fat pensions, and this is the thanks we get?